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Wednesday, September 22, 2010

"Babe, we have a problem." My husband said.
"What?"
"Amaya asked me if you can get pregnant from kissing."
"What did you tell her?"
"I told her that's where it starts."
"And..."
"And nothing. I changed the subject."

Weeks later, while cooking spaghetti, I wasn't surprised when she asked me a question.

"Why aren't you pregnant Mom?"
"What do you mean?"
"You and Dad kiss a lot...and you're not pregnant."
"Daddy confused you didn't he."
"Yeah."
"I know. What are your questions?"

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

It isn't something we planned 8 years ago when we bought our dog. That one day our dog would get sick and we might have to make the heart wrenching decision to let him go. What will we tell our children when they ask why he didn't come home from the vet? That's the question we're asking ourselves these days. Our dog is sick, and we are spending bundles of money on vet bills trying to slow the progression of his disease and extend his life. People who don't understand, ask us why?

Nikki

Who am I? I am the parent standing in the back of the PTA meeting pretending to care about such trivial issues. All while feeling this is a complete waste of time. Screaming inside my head, "You've got to be kidding me!" Has it really come to this? Don't bother to look around; you won't be able to figure out who I am. In fact blending in has become a survival skill that I am quite proud of. Standing in the back with my heart racing, afraid that my thoughts will somehow escape my mouth without my permission and I will be exposed. I will be exiled and everyone will think I am crazy. But from where I stand, crazy seems to be running the show these days. Speaking up is hard, voicing an opinion that you are conditioned to believe is unpopular, even harder.